The priest was impressed. “What are you praying for?” the priest asked.

“You, Father.”

“Me?”

“Yes. My knees locked, so I was praying for someone to happen by and help me up.

News from Nairobi

by Bruce McAllister

Babar and Celeste, understanding at last how insufferably colonial their rule has been, and only slightly less embarrassingly the degree to which they have for so long enjoyed “gray privilege,” have stepped down. –Reuters

Passion in the Time of Prohibition

by John Murray Lewis

Inspector O’Grady nursed his bourbon. He made love to it. Later, they would enjoy a few short years of happiness together. But tonight, there was a case to solve: just who was flooding the speakeasy scene with attractive, sentient hooch?